Billionaire's Contracted & Unloved Wife
"Shying away from your wifely duties, little wife?" He questioned in a husky voice, lowering his face to hers. Ariel quickly turned her head away, "No, Mr. Chaz, you're misunderstanding me again," She voiced quietly. Aiden scoffed, not believing her. He looked down at his chest and found her slim hand still placed against it. "You're quite corny, Ariel. Saying you don't want me, yet you're hands are all over me," Aiden whispered in her ear. *** After overhearing her father and stepmother planning how they were going to marry her off in place of her Stepsister to the unsuccessful son of their debtor. That night, Ariel plans her run away, but that same night, Ariel mysteriously gets kidnapped. Waking up to discover she'd been kidnapped by the same people she was trying to run away from made her life seem like it had hit rock bottom. Now, she was going to be forced into a marriage with a man she didn't know and didn't love. But, would everything remain the same for her when she discovers that her new husband was the richest Billionaire in the country? Chaz Aiden was a successful billionaire with billions of businesses all over the world and zero interest in women, especially after his mother had divorced his father for a richer man. When his grandmother asked him to do him a favor by marrying the Hudson family's daughter, he knew it was for the sake of greed. He swore to make his new wife's life a living hell, making sure he reminded her that she would always be an object he purchased, contracted and never to be loved.
Chapter 10
The next morning, Aiden woke up very early, as usual, and prepared for work.
He had already made up his mind to ignore Ariel when she tried to get close to him again that morning.
The events of yesterday were still fresh in his mind; he couldn't believe Ariel would be so bold to try and seduce him, but that wasn't the only thing that disturbed his sleep throughout the night.
He was angry and frustrated that he couldn't get those clear green eyes out of his head. He tried countless times to rid the image from his mind, but the pain that flashed through her eyes when he said those awful things to her kept flashing through his mind.
But, he refused to feel guilty. Women were manipulative; they'd go to lengths just to make you fall into their trap, and then they'd show you the stuff they're made of. So, he wasn't going to pity her, he knew her game well, and he was going to win her in her own field.